Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-07-29
WHAT ALLIED HIN.
Sad story Of q Boy Sick Vita
Nostalgia"

Farmer G9nBoscr strobe into the
house, took Of his fur cap and thick
nlifieBs. and nnwoui,d numerous kinks
~ rel WOODEN comforter from bic ample
throat Then ne sat dDwB BY the
warm wood fire aud said 10 his wife;
seems like hai soiDetbin' to ten
", sairy Ann. but can't for The life
u ne retsember II neDw. "
WAS il somebody got married. in
quifed Mrs. COnnoyer, who was
busting about seiiing the table for
supper
mo, didn't seem "a twas. LcfDrne
think" and he pressed a meditative
forehnger on that portion ~ his fore
head where he seemed 10 Ioeate the
faculty II memory
II. anybody dead that we are ae-
qiainted within
mo, no. faint cyether marryin' or
dyin' 40 Kin see. Gurus how do for
get things sometimes.
I'VE aiD't heard from Ben for quite
awhile" suggested Mrs. Connover.
That's it.'' cried the farmer. Jump
ing 10 his feet as sprighuy az log.
faint from Ben. leastwise IL amt
bis handwriiin', but it's letter. I've
got IL right here IN my pocket"
do fcll!" said his wife, dropping
the dishes .he was holding In proinis-
enous heap. III II Amt from Ben,
who n IL from
cts writ 10 you. :" said her husband.
producing 1t ut last.
Mrs, Connoycr reached up to the
clock shelf and took down her Bible.
reading spcctaclcs.
said, scanning II carefully, must DO
some Of Gccly's folks.
SO she stepped to the door leading
above stairs and called at the top %
hcr voice
'G-i-c:c-l-y! C-i-c-e-l-.l"
Here ! am, mother answered a
sweet voice. What is itp"
For every infection II her good
mothers voice was familiar to her, aud
this one brislled with exclamation,
points.
Here "a letter in n strange hand
write DO you know who it il FROM
handing Il TO her.
why. II IN addressed to you. mother
II seems to me the easiest way TO find
olIt would be just 10 open and read IL.
We'll. then, 10" said her mother
I'm so ldgeted thinking about Ben
OF there alone that cant open il.
This isn't any thing about Ben. 9
said Giccly, deity opening the envel
ope after she had admired the smart
college style supercription. '.It's from
some lawyer or fruit-tree agent, likely
on business. y
what would he write to your mother
for'" suggested Father Connovcr gruf
ny.
Cicoly read VI over 10 herself first
aud at once changed color.
at Is about Ben. mother" she said
the tears rushing into her eyes and hei
voice. 'he is sick. aud this IL from the
doctor who is taking care Of him. Oh
mother, don't cry. Ben needs YOU
Keep up your strength.
What ails himPn asked his father IN
an unsteady tone.
Ciccly read the doctors letter.
He said thas Ben was his patient, and
he was doing ali he could for him. but
his parents had better come, as it re.
CURED more skill than he--thc phys.
ician-had to cure him. He ended by
saying that the boy was suffering from
severe attack Of nostalgia.
"What in the world Is that? | never
heard Of it before exclaimed MIR.
CannoTer.
"What is il, Cicely?" asked Mrs.
Connorcr, Cicely was graduate OF
the Normal school. and her parents
expected her TO know every thing.
She shook her head
at means that we must 90 10 Ben
Just rs soon rs we can. II there had
been any hope the doctor would have
said So.
She cried aud worked ut the same
time. Ben, her only brother, was her
IDOL She had opposed his going away
from first 10 last, but the father was
wiser
"lf the boy amt eontcnted here. let
him 90 To the city, and clerk il for a
year or two. He's king Of two hands
anywhere, said the gruff old farmer.
And Ben had been III and too proud
TO let them know.
They took the evening train. AT the
depot SOME of their friends had gath,
cred to hear the news.
OF each and all. they asked The sam,
question.
"Hev you ever heerd of Nastalgys"
And none of them had ever heard al
IT, but all agreed that it must be =
dreadful thing TO have such diflieuit
| name.
When they reached the city they had
cr:ed and worried themselves sick.
AT least the two women had. TIL,
father, with the stoicism of his kind
had beat constant tattoo on the en-,
window and whistlcd an aceomp.ni.
ment-all the time he was crying in his
heart:
"oh, Absalom! my son! my sonr'
mere was no one to meet them. rs
no one was interested in their coming
except Ben and the doctor, and they
neither OF them had heard of their in.
tentions.